Folks, I can tell you from my own experience: those New York schools are doing the right thing. Hey, my own life took a real bad turn when I started doing peppermint oil. At first, it was just a sniff here and there to get some aromatherapy, you know? And then it got to the point where I was filling my ink pen refills with it and pretending to pick my nose with the pen but was really letting that stuff drain down into my cerebral cortex on the sly. Man, it got to the point where I was sitting in the stairwell of a mall across the street from the school every day and doing peppermint with friends, friends who I now know I led down a hard, hard road. It got to the point I was even reading Joe Lansdale and Bill Crider books. Brother, I've been through it all; it all started with peppermint. I've made peace with my Higher Order now, and I'm doing okay. This poor kid needs a brother or sister who won't let him stray. You gotta reach out, folks.